Chapter 12

Julian watched the televised gala from a television mounted above the bar in a quiet local pub. His hands shook as he raised a pint of beer to his dry lips, feeling the heavy sting of regret.
A detective in a plain dark coat walked up behind him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder.
"Julian Sterling? You're under arrest for wire fraud and conspiracy," the officer announced quietly.
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The handcuffs clicked coldly around his wrists, a brutal contrast to the gold watch he used to wear.
He offered no resistance as he was escorted out into the rainy New York night toward a police cruiser.